8th Wundah - King Of New York lyrics

[Intro: 'King Of New York' Sample] [1st Verse: Divine] Who's the king of New York, who wanna swing wit' my thoughts/ Cling to my talk, I floss, and do my thing in New York Like bought from the cartels, then taught by the Gods well/ Lived life of hard hell, got barred and the odds fell I came back to claim that, where my crown, cape, and cane at/ Fortune and fame at, I torch 'em and reign rap Spit flames and slay cats, no joke, I don't play black/ So go only relay that, cause homie don't play that Though homie is laid back, homie 'ill spray gats/ Just show me them lame cats, I'm blowing them flames at Taking the game back, while blazing a dames back/ I just maintain relax, I know where my game is at Amongst the hottest cats, that's out, pa**ed, or started rap/ Who couldn't knowledge that, don't beg you to pardon that Confident, co*ky cat, but humble, so copy that/ Wit' providence, watch me rap, behold where it got me at [Hook 1X: 'Newsie's' Sample] Look at me, I'm the king of New York, tip your hats, he's the king of New York How 'bout that, I'm the king of New York, starting now, I'm the king of New York Ain't ya heard, I'm the king of New York Holy cow, ain't I pretty, it's my city, I'm the king of New York [2nd Verse: Divine] Come back put a lock on, any block that I'm on/ In every borough I'm thoroughly strong, they love me, it's on Any city they give me that, don't care where I'm living at/ It's a gift how I'm spitting rap, I rip it and give it back If I don't get a piece of it, nobody can eat wit' it/ Hard for them to breathe wit' it, the way the God seizing it And I won't let it go, 'till I hear a better flow/ They say I'm incredible, but I say whatever though Told you I'm humble duke, I'm here to troubleshoot/ So place ya odds on the God, pick up double loot My kingdom's at hand, I'mma make you a richer man/ Enough j**els for you, ya fam', to give to ya mans It's all, part of the plan, guess I'm a smarter man/ So don't even bother fam', my slugs 'ill scar a man I'm loved and I'm feared, so I'm hated severe/ But for those that love me, they wanna hug me and cheer [Hook 1X] [3rd Verse: Divine] I wish Biggie was here, he'd let me sit in his chair/ Slide in his throne, come inside, arrived and I'm home Vibe and I zone, wit' Brooklyn's tone, like it was my own/ Medina Gods put me on, now once upon a poem I, came in the door, I, said it for sure/ Divine Lord Magnetic Allah, there's no more Let it be known, from here on out, from there on out/ I ain't no joke, my gun smoke, 'ill air y'all out Don't gotta ask the God what he rapping about/ Just try to ask the God what he clapping about When Ft. Greene's on the scene, ain't nothing to doubt/ When Ft. Greene's on the scene, ain't nothing but clout Where Brooklyn at, where my hoodlums at/ Where Brooklyn at, where them crooks is at Just another one, to come wit' guns and smooth talk/ Who would be king, and I ain't even from New York [Hook 1X] [Outro: 'King Of New York' Sample] © 2005 4th Letter Music (BMI)/Supreme Music Publishing (BMI)